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If I should die before I'm able to reconcile with myself the transgressions I've wasted my existence flogging myself over. Parlay my body only to the sea, maybe in it the salt will sting my wounds and pierce the veil to remind me of the love I have given only to the discord I've sewn. May the pain that I feel in that moment forever be a reincarnation of the scars I've inflicted upon myself and the utter loneliness I've suffered out of my fear and isolation. May my screams of suffering forever be heard in the ears of the deaf, for few suffer a worse fate than never hearing the sweet call of the Bob White, besides those who bring death and solitude to themselves.